Once again I have left my daily blogging until the last minute of my day. I am seeing that weekend blogging is going to be the downfall of this whole NaBloPoMo biznazz. At some point, anyway, but not today! Time, I cheat you out of making a fool of me once again, bwa ha ha haaaaaa.
Time may not be making a fool out of me, because I can do that myself, no probs, holmes.
Snippets from my Sunday. I mean Saturday. Whatever the hell day it is.
1. Just got back from seeing my pal in this. It was good, and despite the name, it ain’t drrty. It’s legitimate thee-ah-tah and it was good. Plus, they let you take snacks into the theater with you. And we found a parking space only one block away from the place. Snacks plus good parking plus a good old fashioned dramedy equals fook yeah is all I am saying.
2. Went to a fabric store chain today. Let’s call it Flo-Ann’s Fabrics. That place has got to be the most disorganized boolshizz I have ever tried to navigate. What the hell is going on in Flo-Ann’s Dysfunctional Fabrics? Everything is messed up. The fabrics aren’t where they should be, and the staff don’t seem to know where they even ARE. Plus, they give a million bags for things. I bought two yards of two fabrics and some thread, and they put the thread in a leetle plastic bag and then the fabrics in seperate bags. And when I told them that actually, I was fine without any bag at all, they (three of Flo-Ann’s finest) all froze and looked at me like I had pudding on my drawers or something. Flo-Ann, whoever you are, you need to get it together. Your fabrics deserve so much more.
3. Nordic Boy and I went out for thai food today. Whenever we go, he orders brown rice and I order white. When the server brings us our meals, they always invert our rice. I get the brown, and he gets the white. It doesn’t matter which thai restaurant we go to, this is guaranteed to happen. Our only theory is that they think I want the brown because I’m brown, and he gets the white because he’s Whitey. They match us up with the rice. If Nordic Boy ever starts a rap career, I am voting for his name to be Vanilla Rice.
Listen, I said I would post once every day in November. I never said the posts would be quality or anything.
My bed is calling me with its siren song. Smooches, all.